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A soft knock on the door, then silence. She wonders.

She's used to impatient knocks and name-calls by her usual guests. She slowly reaches and opens, to meet three men with the tired local priest behind them. Their uniforms and fearful faces make her heart skip a beat. "Mungu wangu, usiniache..." She mutters, almost too loudly that the men look at each other, then at her, with sympathy. She slowly shows them in and sinks into her chair. After a moment of silence, one clears his throat to speak and her eyes catch the local priest opening his Bible. She wails.

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